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‘
My
dear
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Micawber
with
sudden
seriousness
,
‘
I
have
no
desire
to
answer
for
others
.
I
am
too
well
aware
that
when
,
in
the
inscrutable
decrees
of
Fate
,
you
were
reserved
for
me
,
it
is
possible
you
may
have
been
reserved
for
one
,
destined
,
after
a
protracted
struggle
,
at
length
to
fall
a
victim
to
pecuniary
involvements
of
a
complicated
nature
.
I
understand
your
allusion
,
my
love
.
I
regret
it
,
but
I
can
bear
it
.
’
‘
Micawber
!
’
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
in
tears
.
‘
Have
I
deserved
this
!
I
,
who
never
have
deserted
you
;
who
never
WILL
desert
you
,
Micawber
!
’
‘
My
love
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
much
affected
,
‘
you
will
forgive
,
and
our
old
and
tried
friend
Copperfield
will
,
I
am
sure
,
forgive
,
the
momentary
laceration
of
a
wounded
spirit
,
made
sensitive
by
a
recent
collision
with
the
Minion
of
Power
—
in
other
words
,
with
a
ribald
Turncock
attached
to
the
water
-
works
—
and
will
pity
,
not
condemn
,
its
excesses
.
’
Mr
.
Micawber
then
embraced
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
and
pressed
my
hand
;
leaving
me
to
infer
from
this
broken
allusion
that
his
domestic
supply
of
water
had
been
cut
off
that
afternoon
,
in
consequence
of
default
in
the
payment
of
the
company
’
s
rates
.
To
divert
his
thoughts
from
this
melancholy
subject
,
I
informed
Mr
.
Micawber
that
I
relied
upon
him
for
a
bowl
of
punch
,
and
led
him
to
the
lemons
.
His
recent
despondency
,
not
to
say
despair
,
was
gone
in
a
moment
.
I
never
saw
a
man
so
thoroughly
enjoy
himself
amid
the
fragrance
of
lemon
-
peel
and
sugar
,
the
odour
of
burning
rum
,
and
the
steam
of
boiling
water
,
as
Mr
.
Micawber
did
that
afternoon
.
It
was
wonderful
to
see
his
face
shining
at
us
out
of
a
thin
cloud
of
these
delicate
fumes
,
as
he
stirred
,
and
mixed
,
and
tasted
,
and
looked
as
if
he
were
making
,
instead
of
punch
,
a
fortune
for
his
family
down
to
the
latest
posterity
.
As
to
Mrs
.
Micawber
,
I
don
’
t
know
whether
it
was
the
effect
of
the
cap
,
or
the
lavender
-
water
,
or
the
pins
,
or
the
fire
,
or
the
wax
-
candles
,
but
she
came
out
of
my
room
,
comparatively
speaking
,
lovely
.
And
the
lark
was
never
gayer
than
that
excellent
woman
.
I
suppose
—
I
never
ventured
to
inquire
,
but
I
suppose
—
that
Mrs
.
Crupp
,
after
frying
the
soles
,
was
taken
ill
.
Because
we
broke
down
at
that
point
.
The
leg
of
mutton
came
up
very
red
within
,
and
very
pale
without
:
besides
having
a
foreign
substance
of
a
gritty
nature
sprinkled
over
it
,
as
if
if
had
had
a
fall
into
the
ashes
of
that
remarkable
kitchen
fireplace
.
But
we
were
not
in
condition
to
judge
of
this
fact
from
the
appearance
of
the
gravy
,
forasmuch
as
the
‘
young
gal
’
had
dropped
it
all
upon
the
stairs
—
where
it
remained
,
by
the
by
,
in
a
long
train
,
until
it
was
worn
out
.
The
pigeon
-
pie
was
not
bad
,
but
it
was
a
delusive
pie
:
the
crust
being
like
a
disappointing
head
,
phrenologically
speaking
:
full
of
lumps
and
bumps
,
with
nothing
particular
underneath
.
In
short
,
the
banquet
was
such
a
failure
that
I
should
have
been
quite
unhappy
—
about
the
failure
,
I
mean
,
for
I
was
always
unhappy
about
Dora
—
if
I
had
not
been
relieved
by
the
great
good
humour
of
my
company
,
and
by
a
bright
suggestion
from
Mr
.
Micawber
.
‘
My
dear
friend
Copperfield
,
’
said
Mr
.
Micawber
,
‘
accidents
will
occur
in
the
best
-
regulated
families
;
and
in
families
not
regulated
by
that
pervading
influence
which
sanctifies
while
it
enhances
the
-
a
—
I
would
say
,
in
short
,
by
the
influence
of
Woman
,
in
the
lofty
character
of
Wife
,
they
may
be
expected
with
confidence
,
and
must
be
borne
with
philosophy
.
If
you
will
allow
me
to
take
the
liberty
of
remarking
that
there
are
few
comestibles
better
,
in
their
way
,
than
a
Devil
,
and
that
I
believe
,
with
a
little
division
of
labour
,
we
could
accomplish
a
good
one
if
the
young
person
in
attendance
could
produce
a
gridiron
,
I
would
put
it
to
you
,
that
this
little
misfortune
may
be
easily
repaired
.
’
There
was
a
gridiron
in
the
pantry
,
on
which
my
morning
rasher
of
bacon
was
cooked
.
We
had
it
in
,
in
a
twinkling
,
and
immediately
applied
ourselves
to
carrying
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
idea
into
effect
.
The
division
of
labour
to
which
he
had
referred
was
this
:
—
Traddles
cut
the
mutton
into
slices
;
Mr
.
Micawber
(
who
could
do
anything
of
this
sort
to
perfection
)
covered
them
with
pepper
,
mustard
,
salt
,
and
cayenne
;
I
put
them
on
the
gridiron
,
turned
them
with
a
fork
,
and
took
them
off
,
under
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
direction
;
and
Mrs
.
Micawber
heated
,
and
continually
stirred
,
some
mushroom
ketchup
in
a
little
saucepan
.
When
we
had
slices
enough
done
to
begin
upon
,
we
fell
-
to
,
with
our
sleeves
still
tucked
up
at
the
wrist
,
more
slices
sputtering
and
blazing
on
the
fire
,
and
our
attention
divided
between
the
mutton
on
our
plates
,
and
the
mutton
then
preparing
.
